Back when I was in college my ambition in life was to be a journalist, hence the reason I enjoy writing this site so much. One of the things you have to do to get into any media job is do work experience throughout college and university and in these segments of work experience lots of random things happened and this is just one of the stories I have to tell In this feature.
One of the first work experiences I did for journalism was at a local newspaper which I suppose you could compare its content to a paper like The Independent / The Times / The Telegraph – it aimed at doing a bit more serious focussed writing then the average school fete etc.
I was there for a week and I only have two memories of what I did there. The first was all about a fire.
There had been reports going round that a housing area nearby had a small fire – they sent me out to get interviews to find out all about it. Now, I am not sure if they did this to get rid of me out of the office or if this was a legitimate story they had heard happeneing, but there was no smoke anywhere.
The area in which this local newspaper was located is very posh and extremely middle class meaning that getting interviews was very difficult. The area they had sent me to meant walking up a big hill and walking around a housing area asking people what they saw.
There was hardly anyone around as it was the middle of the day and the people I did ask didn’t know anything and didn’t say anything apart from “I don’t know I didn’t see anything.”
Also being in a middle class area I looked extremely dodgy walking back and forth in this area looking at houses to see if anyone was in.
The only other memory I have from this particular work experience was at the end of the first day I poured boiling hot coffee accidentally all the way down the Editor of the paper — oops!